Death Grandmother Poems | Examples
These Death Grandmother poems are examples of Grandmother poems about Death. These are the best examples of Grandmother Death poems written by international poets.
Gloomy ghosts seek the dark
Ghastly humid death mist
Grandma doesn't like cold feet
grandpa, a nasty cough
Grumpy ghosts cause trouble
Glimpse emerges, blood moon
Grace to my ancestry
Get to be living in distraction and some denial,
As she will soon ascend to Heaven in a little while.
Living life behind this biggest lie of a falsely happy smile.
I look to my right
And there’s a bin of stuffed animals just like the one you bought me
I look to my left
And there’s your favorite flavor of ice cream
I look down
And I see your Nebraska sweatshirt I couldn’t let them throw away
So I think maybe
Just maybe
And I look up.
But there's no trace of you in the sky
Just the harsh grocery store lights
Reflecting off the tears streaming down my face.
The sun rose gently, soft and warm,
But the house feels quiet, missing her charm.
Eid mornings filled with light and grace,
Now hold echoes of her smiling face.
She'd sit by the door, hands soft and old,
A shawl wrapped tight against the cold.
Her eyes would shine with joy anew,
As we lined up, eager for what we knew.
A crisp ten-rupee note, folded with care,
Slipped into our hands with a loving stare.
To the world, it was small – just a simple bill,
But in our hearts, it holds value still.
We’d run and laugh, feeling so grand,
That tiny treasure safe in hand.
To her, it wasn’t the amount she gave,
But the love and blessings that she saved.
Now Eid arrives, but she’s not here,
Her absence is sharp, yet love draws near.
I close my eyes and I can see,
Her gentle smile, watching over me.
The ten rupees may fade away,
But the memories will always stay.
Her kindness lingers, soft and deep,
A love eternal, ours to keep.
So as we gather, side by side,
We know she’s with us, full of pride.
And every Eid, in hearts and prayer,
We found our great-grandmother there.
she told me she wanted her flowers
while she was still alive and well
her children collected bouquets, offerings
meant for her finicky nose to smell
she told me love was the reason
for this life she lived before saying farewell
her heart was filled with such kindness
a love that no one could buy or sell
she told me to bring her my flowers
because only time could tell…
when her time on this earth had passed by
her spirit would leave her body, only a shell
I miss this woman I called granny
I miss how her light would swell
glistening like the stars in heaven
now, she’s the hope I’ll always tell
friends, family, those I love - because
she’s still enjoying God’s carousel
The only time I was ever happy
Was when we,
Grandma and I sang songs of old times
It made me feel so safe and yes,
I believed nothing could take the pleasure away.
But one night,
On a very cold night
Her body lay as white as a corpse
Yes
That was what it was
She was covered by deaths cold wings
Protected from ever breathing life again
And just like that those memories were lost
Because death's wings took her away.
I’m angry that you’re gone, and
I’m angry that I don’t know where you are;
although you were definitely made of stardust,
or whatever glistens on the moon.
Regretful, confused, perhaps because I don’t know
if I’ll ever see you again
and the indefinite promise that you’re gone
is quite honestly terrifying,
mesmerizing, I get lost in the thought
of you being anywhere, somewhere.
I’m angry with the promise of a “better place” -
that you were always sure of -
but that I cannot fathom.
What better of a place,
than here with me,
instead of in the uncertainty
that follows me around like a lonely ghost.
I hope that it’s you that follows me, but then again, I don’t
because I’d rather feel you in the summer rays,
in the wispy wind
in the watercolor sunset, feathered with clouds
in your favorite songs while I fly down the freeway
with tears slipping down my cheeks
as quickly as you slipped away.
I’d rather feel you in my heart,
in my bones,
and in each beautiful part of life,
because I know that’s where you’d want to be.
She promised we would see again,
The trailing night was a restrain.
She wanted to see me some years ago,
Couldn’t see her even to say hello.
Raging hearts were yet to be pacified,
Her late coming wasn't yet justified.
She promised we'd see again in the fall,
But mortals cannot see all nor know all.
Her mind plummeted into the night,
She was a shadow in the light.
Slowly she eased into the beyond,
Pulling apart our newly found bond.
November 8, 2024.
I remember your hug
Arms wrapped around me with love
We'd rock back and forth
Like the swing on my porch
And you'd squeeze me so close
I still miss that the most
A little dance with our feet
And a soft kiss on my cheek
Later this year
Sick and full of tears
I layed next to you in the hospital not knowing it was possible
Your hand clenching mine
By God's perfect design
Two hands interlaced
Love cannot be erased
I wish you were still here
With no pain and no tears
But as I grieve for you alone
I'll remember you are now home
My sweet G
Your memories will always be with me
Letter of the past,
Now a treasured piece,
Letter of gone years,
Now a keepsake.
She wrote it to show her love,
She wrote it to tell me how proud she was of me,
It had words from the depth of her heart,
It had words from the string of her worries.
She had just lost her elder sister
and was preparing for the funeral,
It was the end of the year
and things were quite expensive,
She wanted to give me a bigger Christmas gift but couldn’t.
Now that she’s gone into the night,
The letter remains my light in her room,
It’s a door into sweet yesterday,
It’s a mirror into a memorable moment.
From my grandmother,
A letter with love.
April 25, 2024.
By Chad Carlson
The title says it all. I've been cursed with family deaths... Let me explain. 1 grandmother and 2 uncles is 3 deaths in the last 4 months. 5 weeks ago my grandmother passed, my uncle Tom was found dead 6 weeks before her death and at 7 A.M. my phone rang to inform me that my last remaining uncle was found dead. Like the superstition death came in 3's and the numbers were in order... Odd to think about... But on that note I'm going to get off of this and crawl back into bed or the nearest hole and pretend none of this ever happened.
Originally Written on February 05, 2024; 12:13 AM
Written for my deceased grandmother: Purification C. Ferrer
In Manila, where work fills my days,
I’d visit for your birthday in so many ways.
I'd ask what you'd like to eat,
Papa would always say healthy,
but Jollibee was your treat.
Ignoring his advice with a quiet scheme,
You insisted “healthy lacks the dream”
This year, with an excuse in mind,
I missed your calls, a regret I find
On sunny days, meetings took my time,
On rainy ones, I chose sleep's climb.
Gloomy days slipped through, on silent phone,
Multiple times you called, I left them alone
In shadows of regret, where pain resides
Waiting for me, your patient heart
I’m sorry Mama a profound impart
I'm sorry, Mama, I wasn’t there
I’m sorry Mama, with all regrets
People say the dead can't hear, yet
Still, I pray my sorry reaches you, oh dear
I’m sorry Mama Ta with all my heart and sincere
And as Daddy CF would always say,
“I love you with all my heart”
In our reply, a sentiment clear
“I love you forever & ever"
Grandma, you left us, and I miss you a lot.
I saw life leaving you, but it wasn't scary, just a peaceful sleep you got.
Did I take good care, give enough hugs too?
But let's not dwell, life does what it has to do.
Life is like a journey, you live, then you die,
But I'm happy you lived happily, oh so high.
Now you're in heaven, with family and pets,
Enjoying the place where everyone forgets.
I'll always remember the times we had,
You were there for me, through good and bad.
I love you, Grandma, forever and more,
In my heart, your memories I'll store.
There were crows at the funeral,
cawing to their hearts' lament,
it rained at the burial,
a hollow shell of blank torment,
faces weeping tears of black,
it doesn't seem it's gonna last,
these memories, they fade so fast,
a smudge upon a crystal past
Up to the sky, now you can sleep.
Cloud as a pillow, us down here all weep.
Thinking back of all the things, the talks we'd have, the joy you'd bring.
When I think of you, my heart it aches.
I wish you were here to fix my mistakes.
I wasn't the best, I wish I had been, the kid you deserved, my Salford Queen.
When D Man came, your spark came back, watching him plan, his next attack.
A Great Nanna, you're gonne be. When Ric and Alice have their little baby.
It makes me sad, that you won't see, how big an impact you would have been.
It's time to go now, god bless and sleep tight. Our shining star, that shines so bright.